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BEYOND, 



HEODORE RUGGLES TIMBY, A. M, S. D. 



WASHINGTON, D. C. 







Beresfokd, Pbinter, Washington, D. C. 
1886 



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THEODORE RUGGLES TIMBY, A. M,. S. D. 



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WASHINGTON, D. C. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1886, by 

THEODORE RUGGLES TIMBY, 
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 



CONTENTS. 



In the Stoi-m. 

Tlie Rock by the Brook. 

In the Cyclone's Path. 

God and Reason. 

The Sun's Forces. 

Where God is Seen. 

Other Worlds. 



PREFACE 



In early manhood I resolved to better the condition of the race 
by advancing the art of National Defense to a degree that would 
discouraee aeeressive war, and to that end make successful invasion 
impracticable. 

In this humane and Christian effort I found myself confronted 
with (to me) a new and formidable factor in the problem to be 
solved, viz : that any and every departure from crude and barbarous 
ways and means would meet with remorseless and relentless hostility ; 
thus adding a hundred fold in time, money, and patience to the task 
before me. 

In this unequal conflict with the inevitable I have often found 

diversion as necessary to health and strength as is persistence in the 

pursuit of success in every important reformation. The world seems 

to have approved my methods for the better security of peace, and 

now I am encouraged to indicate the nature of my diversion as shown 

in the following pages. 

T. R. T. 



IN THE STORM. 



Written in a storm on a passage from Havre to New York, in the Steamer 
Fallon, AuLiiist 21st, 1856. 



Egypt's night is on the flood, 

The Sun's beyond the Hquid hill. 
The sea as restless as when God 

Commanded its proud waves, "be still!" 



'Tis night upon the briny heath, 

The winds are driving through the foam ; 
Our ship is trembling in the breath 

Of " Him who rides upon the storm." 



No light upon our briny path ; 

Hark ! hear the crash ! Father, stay ! 
The storm has summoned all its wrath, 

And hurled its fury in our way. 



There 's terror in the blinding shock ; 

The distant worlds withhold their light 
The winds, the sea, and thunders mock 

The trust we have in God to-night. 



Why fear the tempests or the floods, 
When God in power directs them all ? 

Will He forget His promised words, 
Yet note with care the raven's call ? 



THE ROCK BY THE BROOK. 



I sat upon this same old rock, 

Just fifty years ago ; 
And saw a face below the brook 
With Haxen hair and happy look. 



I sat upon this same old rock, 

Just fifty years ago — 
And saw a tiny shadow play. 
With flowers gathered by the way. 



I sat upon this same old rock 

lust fifty years ago, 
And listened to the music sweet, 
Of whirling waters round my feet. 



I stood upon this same old rock 

Just fifty years ago, 
Saw in the pool another world, 
"With purple skies and clouds of gold." 



I fished from off this gray old rock, 

Just fifty years ago. 
With tiny line and baitless mite, 
I told the dace to "come and bite." 



I fell asleep on this old rock, 

Just fifty years ago; 
And dreamed an angel held the shade 
Above the moss on which I laid. 



And xnw upon this grave old rock 

I look for "Long Ago." 
See another face below the brook, 
And faded leaves are in the nook. 



'And we all do fade as a leaf" 



IN THP: CYCLONE'S PATH. 



There on a cliff, by the drowsy deep, 
Where the restless waves were lulled to sleep ; 
There the breathless saU and the boatman's oar, 
And the foam of the sea, slept on the shore. 



The storm tliat rolled o'er the girdle of brine. 
And aroused it below the sounding line, 
Had gone in its wild and dizzy flight. 
To rest in the shades of the Arctic night. 



The sea, in its light and rippling sway, 
Shone like the stars in the milky way ; 
A silence seemed to couch at my feet, 
And the heart of the ocean ceased to beat. 



A stranger came and stood by my side 

In robes as pure as a royal bride ; 

Then raised his hand o'er the dazzling lea, 

Where the sunbeams came to bathe in the sea. 



He pointed away where the skies unite 
With eternal Hoods Hke the mountains' height, 
Saw the heated clouds in their tragic wrath 
Crashing along on the whirlwind's path. 



From a deep blue sky, o'er a tranquil main, 

The warning tones of a tempest came, 

And the waters rose in their restless beds 

Like the snow-wreathed crowns of the Alpine heads. 



And swiftly the glare of the lightnings came, 
To light up the scene with their blinding flame ; 
And the cyclone charged on the watery hosts, 
Like the strife of the Gods in " Paradise Lost." 



The cliff as the ocean, excited and wild, 
Shook like the floods where breakers are piled. 
In sublime desolation God's judgment was there. 
Like the wrath of Jehovah poured out on the air. 



Then a "Gem," from His hand had dropped in the deep, 
And shone hke the Sun on the scene at our feet ; 
The winds ceased their shock on headland and surf 
And the tones of the thunders were lost in the earth. 



The foam of the sea again slept on the strand 
At the foot of the cliff on the rocks and the sand- 
For an Angel had rolled the tempest away. 
And the sunbeams came and bathed in the sea. 



GOD AND REASON. 



Go, stand by the sea, in the midst of the roar 

Of the winds and the surf that breaks on the shore ; 

There ask of thy reason, is there a God, 

The maker and moulder of the tireless flood ? 

See ! the inrolling tide answers, Yes ! there's a God ! 



And there on the cliff with clouds at your feet. 

Examine thy reason as when by the deep ; 

Are the tones of the tempest the voice of a God? 

See Orient rise, o'er the wave and the sod, 

To answer thy query. Yes ! 'tis the voice of a God ! 



And now in the twiliorht, with nieht shades around. 
Appeal to thy soul, — there reason is crowned ; 
Are the worlds which we see the work of a God ? 
Lo, the stars and the universe come like a flood, 
To answer thy query. Yes ! the work of a God ! 



Not only is God the author of all 
Which we meet in our walk o'er this circlini,^ ball. 
In the leaf on the plain, on mountain or stream, 
Where science has trod, by fountain or sheen, 
An infinite mind and plrpo.se are seen. 



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THE SUN'S FORCES. 



The Sun's vital forces are God's appointed authority for all of 
nature's physical changes within the limit of the solar domain. 

He gives us every zephyr, every cooling breeze, every gale, 
every cloud, and every storm. He gives us every dew drop, every 
rain drop, and every flake of snow. He gives us every brooklet, 
every river, every lake, and every inland sea. 

From Him every leaf every blade of grass, and every flower 
receives its life, form, tint and fragrance. 



The mountains fall before his face, 
A silent homage seem to pay ; 

He speeds the floods, their course to trace, 
And rolls the tempests on their way. 



He frets and calms the restless sea, 
And charms to life the frozen land. 

He warms the plain and shades the lea, 
And fans the burning desert sand. 



He crowned Himalayas' lofty dome. 
And drew the eternal frostline there. 

He lights the feet of coming morn, 
And ofilds the graceful evening star. 



But what is more wonderful, his absence gives us night, and 
with it a Universe of more than a thousand millions of glittering orbs, 
some of them thousands of times larger than our Sun, and we may 
know each and every star to be, by birth and law Divine, the centre 
and ruler of an eternal empire of shining worlds, 



WHERE GOD IS SEEN. 



Who the mountain's brow can Hghtly tread, 
Mid breach, and stream and silent bower, 

And read the face of rock and blade, 
And not see God in cliff and flower ? 



Who can feel the ocean's throbbing breast, 

Where sleep the winds — or tempests rave- 
Where borne along from gulf to crest, 
And not see God in every wave? 



Who early dawn can calmly sight, 
Where ocean hides the heart of day, 

And watch the rising flood of light. 
And not see God in every ray? 



Who the glittering vault can calmly sight. 
Where clear and cool the night shades are, 

And meditate their birth — their depth and flight. 
And not see God in every star? 



Who those far off Suns can calmly sight 
Where many million worlds are born, 

And, peering through the rifted realms of light, 
Can not see God hkvom> their dawn. 



WE SEE GOD AND PURPOSE— 



In the niiiuntains. in the lloods, and in the dainty flowers; 
In the whirlwinds, in the clouds, and in the gende showers 
In the sunshine, in the shade, and in the balmy air ; 
Beyond the li'dit of distant worlds, and in the farthest star. 



OTHER WORLDS. 



In our contemplation of the many million systems of worlds 
•which surround us we find our imagination overwhelmed in an 
eternity of varying life, beauty and grandeur. 



We see the countless orbs around us roll in flames. 
And know that each a golden empire holds in chains ; 
We see God's fiery envoys ''' in magic splendor rise, 
In grand electric pomp burn bright along the skies. 



And, like the solar worlds that in our system gleam, 
Are OTHER worlds, with valleys deep, and lakes in golden sheen 
We see their plains and glens and grottos dark and wild. 
And we see their lofty peaks in crystal splendor piled. 



* The Author regards the Comets as Envoys. 



We see their oceans wide, their rivers pure and bright, 
Where pearls and richer gems lie sparkling in the light : 
We see their emerald seas, in gold and purple bands, 
Where tinted light and shade, in every color blends. 



And, we see another, broader, brighter world, heijond the skies ; 
Where xvorth, from every peopled sphere, like floral mountains rise 
Around a starry canopy of living truth and love, the goal — 
And Home, the Throne of Life, and LiyU and Law, the God of ^^;. 



One God, one Purpose, one Mandate, and one eternal, boundless 
Whole. 



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